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They regain their bearings. Corbin gropes, bumping into Hauk’s shoulder. He falls forward, reaching out with his free hand. It touches a switch. He flips it. A light bulb, hanging from the ceiling lights. Corbin looks down at the grate laid aside from the drain. ☀ The Tuesday Afternoon Post 😎 A)... Sign in to see full entry.